At times,
I want to crawl,
out of my skin,

to escape,

abandoning my face,
my mouth, my heart,

to face,
the mouths, the hearts,

pointing at my empty shell.

At times,
I want to crawl,
out of my mind,

to flee,

losing my senses, my sanity, my thoughts,

to exult,
free at last,

hugging insanity, grasping at madness,

free, finally,

to lay my yesterdays,

to rest